A Quote by William Shakespeare

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie. — © William Shakespeare
O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
How the purer spirit is united to his clod, is a knot too hard for fallen humanity to untie.
It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.
You fool, You have been dangling For such a long time! When will you seize the opportunity Or feel the necessity To untangle the taut knot Of your bondage-life?
We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.
A good mooring needs no knot, still no one can untie it.
With knot of one, the spell's begun. With knot of two, the spell be true. With knot of three, the spell is free. With knot of four, the power is stored. With knot of five, the spell with thrive. With knot of six, this spell I fix.
But one had to go back to the beginning of things, always. Trace the thread of life - find the knot - untangle it.
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
I begin to love this little creature, and to anticipate his birth as a fresh twist to a knot, which I do not wish to untie.
I begin to love this little creature, and to anticipate his birth as a fresh twist to a knot which I do not wish to untie. Men are spoilt by frankness, I believe, yet I must tell you that I love you better than I supposed I did, when I promised to love you forever....I feel it thrilling through my frame, giving and promising pleasure.
If you're at the end of your rope . . . untie the knot in your heart.
Long ago in China, knot-makers tied string into buttons and frogs, and rope into bell pulls. There was one knot so complicated that it blinded the knot-maker. Finally an emperor outlawed this cruel knot, and the nobles could not order it anymore. If I had lived in China, I would have been an outlaw knot-maker.
My mother might find a thin gold chain at the back of a drawer, wadded into an impossibly tight knot, and give it to me to untangle. It would have a shiny, sweaty smell, and excite me: Gold chains linked you to the great fairy tales and myths, to Arabia, and India; to the great weight of the world, but lighter than a feather.
Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou 'rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain'd to die? Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow'st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
Believest thou? then thou wilt speak boldly. Speakest thou boldy? then thou must suffer. Sufferest thou? then thou shalt be comforted. For faith, the confession thereof, and the cross do follow one another.
Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being.
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